Watch Out for the Big Girls 3

by J. M. Benjamin

  Chapter 25

  The following day, McCarthy and Reddick were back out in the streets following leads and doing pop-ups. They were able to track down La France’s place of residency and figured it wouldn’t hurt to pay him a visit. Now they stood in front of his place, ringing the doorbell bright and early. No one answered, so they knocked on the door and identified themselves when asked.

  The door was flung open by a bald dark-skinned dude. He promptly informed them that person they were looking for was in the back parking lot, exercising. McCarthy and Reddick made their way to the back and found La France doing pull-ups on a thick pipe that protruded from one of the buildings.

  “La France?” McCarthy asked.

  La France glared at the two agents. His eyes were bloodshot and still had cold in the corners of them. “Who y’all?”

  “Morning. I’m Agent McCarthy, and that there is Agent Reddick,” he said. “Sorry to disturb you this early in the morning, but there’ve been several robberies and murders in the past few months. Can you account for some particular dates and give us some of your whereabouts?” McCarthy asked the man and handed him a list.

  La France frowned. He was shocked that McCarthy and Reddick had the nerve to disturb him while he was working out. “Ya damn skippy,” La France replied.

  “No need for the attitude, buddy,” Reddick chimed in. “I’m sure you had a long, tiresome night last night. Selling crack and robbing and shooting people has to be exhausting. But in order for you to get rid of us and get back to your morning workout that you most definitely need, you gotta give us some real good alibis,” Reddick commented.

  McCarthy tried to keep a straight face.

  La France abruptly scratched his balls and yawned before he took the list and glanced at it. He promptly handed it back. “I originally got paroled out to Jersey. I got my parole switched out here when I met my woman.”

  “Oh. Ms. Stevens left that part out,” Reddick antagonized him.

  “What? You talk to that bi . . . my woman?” La France spat.

  “Let’s just say we’re going to be checking—” Reddick never got a chance to finish his statement because La France went inside and slammed the door in the detectives’ faces.

  “Ignorant cocksucker,” Reddick muttered.

  “Back to the drawing board,” McCarthy said as he made a sour face and headed back out to the unmarked car.

  “I know you’re not giving up on me, are you, Reddick?” McCarthy asked, pulling off.

  “Of course not. But I am starting to get a little discouraged. I don’t understand how these female criminals can keep eluding us. It’s like every time it seems like we’re closing in on ’em, we’re actually one step behind ’em. Then they pick up the pace, and we’re left eating their dust and clueless. I wouldn’t be surprised if they were somewhere watching us and having a field day seeing us run around in circles making fools out of ourselves.”

  “We’ll get them, Reddick. I promise you that. Luck’s been on their side so far, but it’s bound to run out. I’ll admit that they’re good at what they do. But so are we. They’re good, but we’re better. We just gotta keep our eyes and ears open, because we both know the streets talk. We just gotta listen,” McCarthy said.

  He and Reddick both knew, just like any good agent, that the majority of criminal cases solved themselves and that, sooner or later, even the most skilled and careful criminal would make a mistake and slip up. Then they’d capitalize off their mistake.

  “Yeah, well, I hope so, McCarthy, ’cause the Double Gs are really starting to piss me off,” Reddick grumbled.

  Chapter 26

  Chains rattled against what sounded like a metal pipe; she was restrained. Monica’s ongoing grunts and moans followed in correlation. She was stripped of her clothes. They lay dormant on the floor below. She was in the nude in a king-sized bed. Her wrist and ankles were restrained in rusty handcuffs. She couldn’t believe her situation. She never gave it any thought that she could be drugged through her drink. She realized McCarthy’s text about being compromised was true. If only she hadn’t been thinking about her lust, she wouldn’t be in this predicament, she told herself.

  Monica’s vision began to come into focus. She turned her head to the left toward a fogged window with a bit of light shining through. She couldn’t tell if it was daytime or sunset. She then shifted her head to the right as a tiny red light and beep caught her attention. She noticed a camera on a tripod pointed directly at her. Her eyes widened. Hell no. She continued to struggle and fidget with the restraints with little to no change.

  Suddenly she heard someone suck her teeth repeatedly. When she looked in the direction of the annoying sound, she saw Starr standing in front of her at the foot of the bed with a fuzzy robe on. “Don’t try to fight. It hurts worse that way.”

  Monica shook her head as she made a failed attempt to break free. “Please,” she pleaded.

  Her cries were ignored. Starr moved backward toward Monica and took off the robe she was wearing. Her nude beautiful curvy hips and glutes hypnotized Monica. What caught her attention even more was the thin leather belt around her waist. When Starr turned around, she revealed the strap-on dildo she wore.

  “I know what you did, you know what you did, and it’s not tolerated in this organization,” Starr mentioned.

  “I know. It was a mistake. I’m human. We all make them. Please, let’s not do this,” Monica began to ramble. She wasn’t even sure what part of the deception or betrayal Starr was referring to: dealing with Prime or being a federal agent.

  Starr stepped closer, slowly, one foot in front of the other, over to the camera. She pressed the night vision button, causing the light to beam into Monica’s eyes even more.

  “Trust me, it has to be done. It just filled the void, but that shit ran out.”

  Monica winced. She closed her eyes and shut them tight. There was no way of getting out of it. She had been caught slipping, and now she had to pay the consequences.

  Starr climbed on top of her and hovered her breasts over Monica’s. Monica screamed in agony as Starr’s body shifted upward and delivered a forceful and strong thrust with the strap-on dildo, penetrating Monica. She exited and rammed the dildo inside Monica’s dry walls again. The same cries rang out, only louder this time. Starr began to stroke even harder. It was as if she was in a state of rage. Monica’s eyes begin to flood with tears; her body became limp. Starr grunted as the strokes intensified.

  “I love you, Starr,” Monica managed to let out in a whimper.

  The tone and words hit Starr like a pound of bricks to the face. She fought the emotions that tried to surface. Her eyes began to get glossy. She leaned over Monica and gently caressed her face with her hand. Monica opened her eyes.

  “I love you too, Monica,” Starr replied dryly. “I’m sorry.”

  They passionately kissed. Interlocking their lips, their tongues wrestled. The smooching escalated, growing more intense. Starr grabbed her bloody strap, tossing it off. She lay next to Monica and cradled her. “I’m sorry, Mo,” Starr apologized again.

  Here it was she was supposed to be killing Monica to prove to Diamond that she loved her and only her. Instead, she was lying next to the woman she really wanted to be with.

  “Let’s get you up and out of here.” Starr rose up.

  Starr wasn’t sure whether she had done any damage or ruptured anything inside of Monica from how rough she had just been. The first thing she wanted to do was take Monica to one of the private physicians who were affiliated with the Double Gs. After that, she knew she’d have to have a sit-down with Diamond.

  Chapter 27

  Mere hours beforehand, the Nevada legislator Rick Sinclair had prepared for a night he would never forget. He stood firm, flatfooted, as he stroked a few strands of gray in his dark greased-back hair. He wore Gucci suits like a celebrity. He was known for being one to get things done. If strings were to be pulled or cards to be called, he was the man with leaks and vide
os out the ass of the FBI’s screw-ups, and he was the eraser of them. He was a tall man with thin arms and a bit of a gut. He seemed like an almost impenetrable fortress. His only weakness was lust.

  Not only did he have the power to get shit done in the city, but he also had a fetish for BBWs. He was a regular of underground sex clubs, and he possessed chokers, dildos, you name it. He also had such a sexual appetite that he never took on fewer than two women at a time, due to the horny goat weed pills on him at all times.

  He opened a door that led him through the large white pillars of the town hall. He wedged an earpiece into his ear as he planted his hands on the pedestal. He stood before what looked like a few thousand people. Show time, he thought as he grabbed the mic.

  “People of Nevada,” he began, “this speech is geared toward the ongoing problem with its citizens being constantly victimized and falling prey to organized and unorganized crime. This is an attempt to communicate with the police department and you, the hardworking, taxpaying citizen, to take action to protect one’s self.”

  The crowd of people clapped, while pictures were being snapped. Rick scanned the crowd, not for assurance, but for women. He bit down on his lower lip as he caught sight of two bodacious twins. They sat near the back row, touching and feeling on one another. Rick’s elbow was nudged by an agent near him to snap him out of it.

  “Our method has not, over the past few years, been useful,” Rick said. He began to tug at his tight collar the longer he locked eyes with the twin sisters, who now began to kiss and discretely fondle each other’s plump, juicy breasts. He could literally see from where he stood their nipples erect and protruding through their thin shirts. One twin sister leaned over and nibbled on the nipple as the other held her mouth open.

  Rick began to sweat. His manhood stiffened. The only problem was when his speech was over and he left the podium, his hardened manhood would be seen by the thousands there and the millions watching him on television screens.

  “I concur that gangs such as the Double Gs have been terrorizing the city for countless days. If you see or know something, it’s simple: do something, take action. Some things happen because we let them happen. It’s up to us law-abiding citizens to not just rely on law enforcement, but to make a citizen’s arrest as well as inform the police,” Rick lectured.

  The crowd was pleased, clapping nonstop.

  The twin chocolate thick women unwrapped a lollipop and stuck their pierced tongues out. They took on a full assault with their tongues on it, deep-throating it. Rick nearly lost his shit.

  He leaned over to a security guard. “As soon as I move away from this podium, I’ll need you to cover my front. And you better not fucking let up, understand?” Rick whispered.

  The security guard nodded, instructing the others to form around Rick. Rick held up his wrist, his Rolex glowing, as he waved good-bye to the saps who attended the speech.

  Rick ventured backstage; news reporters snapped pictures of him, flashes and beams blinded him. Holding his hand up against them wasn’t enough. The security guards picked up their pace, guiding Rick at the same rate.

  “Get me those twins. Doesn’t matter the price,” Rick lustfully stated.

  “Coming right up, boss,” the guard responded.

  Meanwhile, Sparkle and Glitter stood off to the side. They had their instructions and were just waiting to carry them out. They had already executed the first part of their mission by making contact with their intended victim.

  “You see the way his freak ass was eyeing us the whole time?” Glitter asked her sister.

  “You know I did,” Sparkle replied. “All them politician motherfuckas like that,” she added.

  The brief exchange became even more brief when the security guy approached them. “Ah, excuse me, ladies, but would you be interested in meeting with Mr. Sinclair? He’s having a little get-together with a few invited guests, and he’d be honored if you two could accompany him.”

  “What’s in it for us?” Glitter abruptly asked. She and Sparkle had been briefed on the fact that Rick Sinclair liked plus-size women and paid for sex.

  The security guy didn’t even blink. “I’m sure whatever it would take you’d be compensated for,” he replied.

  “When and where?” Sparkle asked.

  “Now, if you follow me. And as for location, that’s on a need-to-know basis, ma’am.”

  Both Glitter and Sparkled nodded understandingly. The security guy raised his left wrist and spoke into his cuff link. “Two coming your way,” he announced and then turned to the sisters. “Right this way.”

  * * *

  An hour later, Glitter and Sparkle entered a room where candles were lit and a bottle of the finest wine was chilled in an ice bucket. The first thing they noticed and expected was that other than them, the security, and Rick Sinclair, there were no other attendees.

  The twins sashayed into the room where he was. Rick immediately jolted to the door in his red silk robe. He attempted to peek out of the window for the whereabouts of his men. The twins pressed their hands on his gray-haired chest at the same time.

  “Don’t worry about them. You’re gonna need all your energy,” one twin noted.

  Rick grinned. “Works for me,” he spat. He rubbed his hands together and licked his lips. He ventured over to his closet of BDSM master set consisting of whips, leather belts, penis constrictors, gag balls, you name it. The twins stepped near the closet.

  “Safe word’s ‘twins.’” Rick grinned.

  Sparkle giggled. Glitter wanted to smack the shit out of him for the corny cliché.

  The twins stepped farther into the closest, spotting a glossy dildo in the back of the closet; they looked at each other. “What’s with the strap-on? You like to party like that?” one of the twins asked.

  “Depends on the mood, ha. Hell, anything goes with a pair of stallions like yourselves,” Rick shot back.

  The twins grinned. This is gonna be interesting, thought Glitter.

  Rick snapped on his BDSM boots, put his gag ball in his mouth, and began spanking his own ass as the twins dropped the little clothing they wore and slipped into the leather lingerie. They both placed a Catwoman-like mask over their faces that included pointed ears. Rick stroked his manhood as he choked himself. His view was of the twins suiting up.

  The twins looked at each other once more. “This one sick motherfucker,” one whispered to the other.

  Glitter went to work, grinding on his manhood.

  “You, other bitch, this isn’t a one-thot show! Get on this dick or gag me! But what you’re not gonna do is stand around!” Rick barked. You could tell he was hyped up on some kind of adrenaline drug. It caused one of the twins to lower the dose of drugs they intended to slip him, as they didn’t want the old geezer to keel over before they could use him.

  “You take E?” Sparkle asked. She popped two real ones into her mouth and then came up with two different ones in the palm of her hand.

  “Give me that!” Rick snatched the pills, quickly scarfing them down.

  “Good boy.” Sparkle smiled.

  Rick Sinclair barked like a dog.

  The twins tag-teamed him until the drugs kicked in. Sparkle ground her leather-covered snatch on his face. Glitter ground and rode cowgirl with her leather-covered sugar walls on his semi-hard manhood. She squeezed her thighs on his manhood. Rick moaned and groaned. Instead of becoming sedated, he seemed to become stronger. Sparkle and Glitter looked at each other. Sparkle’s eyes widened as Rick nibbled through the leather at her moistened woman cave. She couldn’t help but gloat, gently moving it back and forth.

  Things took a turn for the worse when Rick began to foam at the mouth. Sparkle quickly popped up. Rick jolted up and threw Glitter to the ground. His eyes were bloodshot.

  “What the fuck did you give to him?” Glitter spat.

  “The blue pills that looked like ice.” Sparkle gestured. Glitter was shocked.

  “Those were not the sedatives; those we
re the new batch of E pills!” Glitter screamed.

  Rick was now a violent zombie chasing the girls around the room with a rubber band tied to the base of his stiffened dick. Glitter tried to deliver a swift kick to his sack but failed. He grabbed her leg, power-driving her to the floor, then attempted to bite into her flesh.

  Sparkle grabbed the ice pick from the ice bucket. Glitter held her hand up.

  “Don’t kill him! He’s worth more alive than dead!” Glitter shouted.

  “Well, what the fuck am I supposed to do?” Sparkle protested.

  “Restrain this motherfucker like we intended to do!” Glitter suggested. Glitter fought for her life, but her strength was no match for the horny zombie man.

  Sparkle opened the bag they dropped down near the door on their entrance. She fidgeted through the accessories and found nothing of use, just pistols and a video camera.

  “Shit, we forgot the motherfucking cuffs!” Sparkle shouted.

  Sparkle tackled Rick to the ground and repeatedly punched him in the face, but nothing seemed to injure him. Glitter crawled to the BDSM closet, military style. She grabbed a pair of pink furry handcuffs and a Taser.

  “Give it up, bitch!” Rick chanted as he tugged at Sparkle’s leg, attempting to chew on her foot. Sparkle swung her free hand, landing a blow to his midsection. Rick let go of her leg. Glitter began to choke him from behind with the chain of the pink handcuffs.

  “Oh, yes, baby. I like where you’re going with this!” Rick roared, as he slung Glitter to the floor. Before he could do any more, Sparkle Tasered him in the neck.

  Spit and foam accumulated around his mouth as he plummeted to the floor.

  “Twins.” Rick spat the BDSM safe word as he slowly closed his eyes.

  Chapter 28

  Edge stood up in a hotel room. It wasn’t a luxury room, but it wasn’t trashy, either. It had fine wood cabinets and a fine California king–sized bed. The trim was gold. A stern look held on tight to Edge’s face as she glanced through the window, with her eyes locked on a car that circled the block below her second-story hotel room. She moved away from the window. Below, the car that circled the block came to a halt. It was a black Dodge Dart with pitch-black windows.